C117 (2/2)

Watanabe was slightly surprised, he did not expect that this young man's speed would also be this fast.

< p > ”He!”

Watanabe bellowed, the blade in his hand slashed down.

A ”Sou”

With the combination of two points, compared to when Watanabe was slashing down at him, the dagger in Duan Hong's hand would inevitably stab into his throat.

Eight!

Seeing the dagger coming at him, that fierce and imposing aura made Watanabe's movements slow. Gao Yang's blade immediately retracted, and changed its direction to block.

When Duan Hong saw this, the corner of his mouth raised. Just now, he had suddenly experienced a blade intent and understood that a real battle could not be tied to any cause. Only by giving up everything would he be able to gain something.

Just as the dagger was about to touch the saber, Duan Hong's body spun like a spinning wheel, and he suddenly appeared behind the side of the ferry.

His right hand, which had been storing power for a long time, shot out like lightning.

< p > ”Pa!”

A heavy blow that felt as though it could destroy wood, struck the center of Watanabe's back. Duan Hong could even hear the sound of his spine and ribs breaking.

< p > ”Pu!”

Watanabe spat out a mouthful of blood as his body flew more than three meters away. He fell to the ground and trembled a few times.

The torrential rain roared, lightning raged, and Duan Hong's mind was calm. As expected, killing someone in just one move.

Eight!

Takahashi, who was on the right side, roared loudly, a trace of shock in his heart. He never would have thought that Watanabe, who had played triple P with an air stewardess on the plane a few days ago, would fall down just like that.

”My humble Chinna People!”

Takahashi pulled out his blade and rushed towards Duan Hong, the rain continued to fall but it did not soak his body.

< p > ”Whoosh!”

”Swoosh!”

”Swoosh!”

< p > ”Hmph!”

Duan Hong let out a cold snort. His dagger trembled slightly as he sent the three darts flying.

Looking at the murderous Takahashi, Duan Hong's fighting spirit was ignited.

As the two of them got closer and closer, Duan Hong threw out his dagger directly. Upon seeing Duan Hong's method of killing Watanabe, Takahashi felt that he had been underestimating him greatly and slashed the golden blade in his hand down. He would rather retreat backwards than let Duan Hong get too close to him.

Due to Satou joining the battle, Duan Datong gradually found it difficult to endure anymore. Not even a single Satou was enough to deal with the second round, and there were still four or five other people who had enough strength to endure, causing Duan Datong to be at a disadvantage.

His upper body was bare, exposing his fat body. The tiger's head was tattooed on his chest, and his face was covered in the blood of the Ninja.

At this time of year, only the black-clothed man who spoke earlier stood and watched. His grey eyes stared fixedly at the group of people on the ground, including Watanabe.

At this moment, his gray eyes suddenly shot out two rays of light, and at the same time, the body of the person on the ground slightly moved a few times.

< p > ”This guy, what is he trying to do?”

Takahashi attacked like a mad dog, making it hard for him to split his attention and focus on the man, he only peeked at him from time to time.

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